My eared little owlA Poem by Talen Robert M. SangmaNothing in this world remains permanent. Something comes & something goes. One such is death. It's inevitable. So do joys and sorrows. Everyone grows through this painful and happy moments.My eared-little owl: Hello my little friend, I’m panting Thinking of you I was erranding Right from the church’s door, Today in sunday school, told us of tiger’s spoor. The hunter tracks its trail and from far saw him, It was a huge, the man crawled towards him, The tiger moved forward and the sight turned dim, The hunter slipped and filled with grim Aren’t you listening? You are wiggling thy neck with stim. Ah! What happened? Be happy I’m back Common Do·rik show me your knack By turning your head towards back You can’t turn, let me help you out Did again the bumblebee was lout? Hing! What is that inside your curved beak? It looks selcouth let me have a geek It’s a rope I can see a little bit You have swallowed jute rope that fell on pit. Remain opening your bill that I may gently Veer it out steadily and keep you safely. That’s very long still some more inside Hash, it's now hard and I’m unable to decide Whether the pulling must resume or suspend, You’ll be alright I’ll continue to attend Assuring that your pain will wend. Hurrah! It’s almost done, the tip is at the neck One last gentle pull will save you from wreck What’s that white which comes with the rope? The intestine turned out, shush, no more hope. Why has this happened? My spirit is in mope Will you still live and with me continue to lope? Please leave me not and chant with me Oh my queeming eared-little owl I love thee. Grief and cheerless am I now All my efforts and concerns are of no dow. Why have you forlorned me alone? With no words uttered to me you are gone. My delightful moments are banished All my dreams with thee are perished. Master of death grant my Do·rik a second turn, Oh my assisting eared-little owl kindly return. Never will I forget the memories your perception Soft hoots, shrieks, screeches your emission In courtyard your snapping of chickens while drying paddy Made valuable supports, frightening the greedy. Every morning up and down to the hollow tree From the naughty boys’ sight, I lurked you under lee Longing you to be mine and always see That you are protected and secure And feeding thee in cool stream pasture With crabs, earthworms, shrimps, frogs and spiders Your gray eared and funky feet grippers Your soft fringes feathers as silent fliers Your binocular yellow eyes to capture prey as viewers Will go on to make me listen and cling To the ambition of mine and continue the racing With patience to grab the desiring spot With eyes focus to swoop on the dot. Meaning of the context: Erranding: running or rushing Spoor: the track, trail, droppings or scent of an animal Grim: gloomy, dejected, dissatisfaction Wiggling: to move with irregular, back and forward or side to side motions; to shake or jiggle Stim: repetitive action Knack: skill, trick Lout: a troublemaker, often violent; a rude violent person; a yob; disappointing, disturbing Selcouth: strange, unusual, unfamiliar Geek: look (Australian word) Bill: beak Veer: to let out, to pull out, to sallow to run out Wend: to pass away; disappear; depart; vanish Wreck: ruin, Mope: To carry oneself in a depressed, lackadaisical manner; showing no interest or enthusiasm Lope: to jump, leap; to play Chant: to sing especially without instruments; to enjoy Queeming: (intransitive, obsolete) To be pleasing (to someone or something); To satisfy; to assuage. Dow: (obsolete) To be worth; To be of use, have value; To have the strength for, to be able to; To thrive, prosper; endow Snap: A sudden break; an attempt to seize, bite, attack, or grab; to chase Lurked: concealed, hide Swoop: to move swiftly, as if with a sweeping movement, especially to attack something; to fly or glide downwards suddenly; To seize; to catch up; to take with a sweep Spot: (here) dream, target Dot: (here) dream, target, aim, destiny © 2017 Talen Robert M. SangmaAuthor's Note
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Added on January 25, 2017 Last Updated on February 27, 2017 Tags: my earred little owl, my little friend, Do'rik AuthorTalen Robert M. SangmaNorth Tura, Tura, West Garo Hills, Meghalaya, Tura, IndiaAboutLet something inside of you emerge through the sincere effort you make. Currently pursuing a PhD in Chemistry at IISER more..Writing
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